frustrated...

Enough has already been said about terrorism n d so called "resillient spirit of mumbai/delhi/bangalore...etc etc"...d question now is whether is dis a veil shrouding the government's undeniable ineptitude to safeguard d inhabitants of dis nation or d unquestionable proof of terrorism beefing up to d scale of epic proportions...
it doesnt hurt me one bit in concluding for the former case...d government's(dis, mind u isnt about congress or bjp or ne oder government being in power...dis has been done 5 yrs back to 15 years as well) utter disregard for civilian lives stems from the very fact dat dey know we cant do nething apart from being horrified during d blast n seething after it...d seethin lasts for a coupla days in most cases...is dat wat our "resillient spirit" as dey claim to be actually is??...
it might be...it might not...terrorists r'nt born to be dat..dis might go back to injustice dey faced way back...hatred might b d seed dat sprouted out to wreck havoc..dey bcum missiles n it doesnt take a genius to guide a missile...n den it goes ballistic...fidayeen...ballistic...suicide bomber...ballistic...guide??...
d guide is fanaticism...faith gives u religion...u take d faith out n wat u get is zealotry..."faith can cause miracles" might luk gud wen it cums outta d way of sum serene advisor but assuredly dere might b a coupla thousand projectiles who r ready to b used...one kind word, one soft hand on deir heads n dey cn give up lives to wat fanatics so proudly call "jehad"...
The Holy Quran describes ne offensive war to be unholy...the story goes smthng lyk dis...
Every time a new prophet came, attempts were invariably made by the enemies to suppress his message through the use of force and merciless persecution..so the most tragic irony therefore is dat the Holy Quran is singled out today as proponent of the employment of coercion for the sake of the spread of its message...even greater tragedy lies in the fact that it is the Muslim clergy itself which loudly propounds this view, blatantly attributing it to the Holy Quran...

To tame one's rebellious nature into complete submission to God is another form of Jihad which is in fact the greater Jihad, according to the Holy Prophet of Islam. On returning from a battle, he is reported to have said:
We are returning from the lesser Jihad to the greater Jihad....

d means terrorists use nowadays r convoluted n dey dnt hv a basis for calling it "holy"...but if it has to be done den most sane governments would take it up...
bt nt d past n present government of india...devastations hv cum n gone...dey hv offered condolences, monetary support, promises but worst of all dey hv offered hope...n dat is d worst thing to do to sm1...dats pitiable, dats pathetic, dats disgusting...n dats wat dey hv done...n it makes me sick to my guts...
words r best left to song lyrics but wen a million breaths stay glued to d tv or cry out loud after noder blast, d govnmnt offers words...words...words...
9/11 was d last american terror attack...7/11 was britain's last one...n india??...
hv kinda lost count dis year...india developing...india shining...its sick...n it makes me wanna puke...
i dnt remember whr i read it bt sm1 said...if u think dat ur too small to hv an impact try sleeping wid a mosquito in a closed room...
my empty useless condolences to d deceased's families...m sorry fr ur loss.

d kissa of a crazy engineer ...

We, the unwilling, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little that one day we will qualify to do anything with knowing nothing...

this my frnds, is describing engineering in a nutshell..."dictionary.com" defines engineering as "skillful or artful contrivance; maneuvering", maneuvering who or wat dey dnt say...

a joke goes dat 1ce an ultra-expensive machine gt stuck...nuthin wuld make it work n d company couldnt afford noder one n dat machine's warranty hd expired, so dey decided to take d next best option which would go easier on deir pockets...dey struck a challenge dat ne engineer who could make it work again would go lush wid money dey askd fr...bt if s/he culdnt do it, no fees wuld b given...engineers came by tonnes n failed(IITians as well...;-)...days went by n d desperation grew...

one day dere came an old man who volunteered to do it...reluctantly, d machine was handed over to d man...

he askd fr 30 hrs to solve it...

24 hrs he studied d machine...

5 hrs 55 mins he slept n 5 mins b4 tym he woke up n askd fr a chalk which ws provided...

he marked a piece X n askd d company to replace it...ppl snorted n rubbished d man...

however, d company decided to try it out n dey replaced it...n voila!! it worked!!...den came d payment time...

d man asked fr $50,000...d guys lukd a him as if he was a crazy hag...

dat wuld get me a new machine- d chairman cried...

detail me ur fees, d director told him...

d old man gave a crinkled smile n said...chalk mark...$1...

knowing where to put it-$49,999...

knowing smthng is a two-way street...theory is wen u know smthng but it doesnt work n practical is wen smthng wrks n u dnt know y...we engineers combine both...nothing works n we dnt know y...;-)

adidas says-impossible is nothing...guess dey nvr hd psycho profs breathing down deir necks n assignmnts deadlines to chase...so i like nike bttr...atleast i cn say -"just did it.."..

bad decisions make fr gud experiences as m still realizing...d worse ur decision, d more outta d wrld xperience ur gonna gt...i mean take me as d perfect bunny...

rotting in tumkur in a stream called biotech. which i still dnt know y i optd fr...mayb d terms "insanity n jackass" will shed more light...my degree will b a joke(if i eventually survive dis place)...neither enginner, nor doc...stranded in b/w wid a career in which d only scope is a microscope...

i guess i shuld hv opted fr archaeology as a career...atleast it sound cooler wen i say my career lies in ruins...;-)

n not in finding y ppl luk fat in genes...

...or trousers fr dat matter...;-)...sry abt d pj fellas...if u cn cheer me up do post a comment coz dis blogger might get sm sunshine outta dat...

engineering screw-ups no.1

this is a serious post...no lyk srsly...m in a kinda screwy phase rt now n i'll tell u y xctly...

it was sunday...no big deal i know...it was also 4.15 nearing evening...me n noder guy(frm now referred to as bisy) were watching a movie(phone booth-which by d way is a grt watch)...
n walked d deputy warden(frm nw on will b cld Naddru) on a freewheeling stroll...he stoppd, chckd out d room n ws about to go away wen he smelled it...

i froze...bisy froze...
naddru sniffed his nose, his face scrunchd up lyk a dog...

my hands moved imperceptibly 2wrds d deo lyin 3 feet frm me...

"cigarette!!!"-naddru shrieked...

my hands moved back n i adopted d most innocent xpression i could...

"jesus"- bisy breathed...
"u were smoking here..."-naddru smelled again...

no sir...
dont lie... -he barked.
we r nt sir...
wats d smell...

jesus-... it was bisy again...i guess he's of divine persuation...
who's room is dis??...-d pig-eyed, stone-faced turned to me..

i swallowed...
"wats ur name"??...

eh??- i pretended to b deaf as options slammed in2 my head at d speed of light...
name??..-he growled..

"sir u cn check d room if u want to"...dis was me, conjurin up d best option available...

he tuk a luk around...d mess was incredible even by our standards...heaps of clothes...bedsheet astrewn...mattress almost falling from bed...books...cds...oh yea i frgt d mst imp. thing...dust...dat did it...

dis tym he swallowed..."m nt d police"-he snarled...

ok sir..i agreed, bowin my head, prayers leaving my soul 2wrds bisy's jesus...

u'll meet me 2morrow n i are wanting d truth...he said, face all screwy in anger...

i bowed my head a coupla more degrees, guilty as charged...u is nt goin 2 get it dumbass...

he went away on d prowl, searching fr fodder...

P.S-a prsonal call came today morning on ma cell as i ws sleepin my guts out n i played violently sick on d fone...kept him on hold as i coughed n sneezed n felt nauseous...he told me to meet him 2morrow morning...;-)...wait fr wat hppns next...

as dey say, d future is yet to b written...

The histrionics of nether kind.

If you are a grl, a woman, or anything remotely close to d XX chromosome, I will take the post-independence democratic liberty to tell you here and now that you wont like this post. This ain't sexist but look who's talking.

Girls are curious and I have a severe case of obssessive observation disorder syndrome-meaning I watch and observe, and when I have too much free time to spare, sometmes ponder on things which have eventually cumulated into this post. Dunno what Eve will say but then again, she retardedly screwed up her only chance of being the one to touch Adam's adam and reign as the only one...and then they came.

Now I'm no mind-reading psychologist but what little I have of my abilties, I'l try to delve into the "she" psychology...;)


A little teaser that accompanies a date- The guy's in his best behaviour all throughout, he never burps loud, never talks about how Manchester Utd beat the living crap outta Tottenham Hotspurs last match, he holds out the chair for the lady while she's about to sit and holds the door for the lady as she's about to enter. The lady chirps- You know why the chicken crossed the road?.
The guy- No, i dont.
The lady- To prove it wsnt chicken
The lady bursts into laughter. The guy quickly morphs his expression into a laugh.

Then the bill comes...

Scene I- The guy's about to take out his wallet n pay up. The girl speaks up-I never expctd this from you. The guy sits down, his expression bordering on befuddlement. What??
Why cant women pay their own??-the lady asks in a tone that only good food and wine can induce.
The guy tries to say something which is lost in a tirade against men and the discrimination women have had to face since d tym of Eve(or ws it earlier??).
The guy sits lyk a scrounged up lemon and pays half the bill...
The woman never complains wen he holds out d door fr her again.



Scene II- The guy asks- Should I pay the bill or do you wanna share??.
The woman gives him a basilisk stare that chills up his innards, chilling up his intestines that the gourmet had just warmed up. The guy gets his answer n bucks up fr what's coming.


Nothing comes.

However, a tornado of scorching intensity rams up in the ladie's mind which goes somthing like this- unchivalrous,uneducated,unsophisticated,ill-mannered,uncourteous scoundrel...doesn't know how to talk to grls or behave.
The diatribe doesn't start until she gets home and gets on the phone with her friends, then it's an avalanche of words that get showered on the guy who was doing his bit to show equality.



Oh yeah, equality is a dichotomy best exprssd in thought and action by the homo sapiens of XX chromosome. They serenade fr equality n den deserve reservations...dichotomy ne1?? Or did I hear you male chauvinistic ^@#&* ...

Parading around for true love is certainly one thing n then deciding to hog on the fattest goose available later is something that doesn't get into this small head of mine. I mean how would it be if I go around with a grl all my life and then this cute chick cums my way earnin a 6 figure sum(Godspeed and touchwood..;) I hop onto the bandwagon...gt married...help her to get ready to office, drop her off in a car, give a good-bye kiss and drive back home. Put the dishes to washer, clothes to laundry, den go out and rent some DVDs and invite some frnds for soccer matches and pool. Heaven eh??... :D

Understanding girls anyone??...

I'd rather go for Bill Gate's daughter. Shes easier.

Oh I frgot. Ever been on a shoppin trip with girls??
Someone said- Sanity and shopping girls go the opposite ways... and salesmen try covering both...pity them.



P.S-This is for all the girls out there. Read this as a purely observation based blog and you'll b fine...;)

P.S.S- The truth doesn't hurt half as much as somemtimes u people do.

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